"You damned bastard! I'll eat you out of house and home! Out of house and home!! I swear I'll bankrupt you, damn it!!!" In the Fairy Tail guild hall, Achill sat at a large square table laden with delicious food, an enormous piece of roast meat in each hand, relentlessly demolishing the mountain of food before him with a bitter look on his face...
"Honestly, this guy... he's a grown man already..." Behind the bar, Mira watched Achill's resentful display as she wiped a glass. "Why does he still act like a child? Seriously... sigh." She set down the clean glass, rubbed her forehead, and let out a helpless sigh.
"Hehe, Achill gets like this sometimes." Sitting at the bar, Le Qi looked entirely used to it. She chuckled. "Come to think of it, our guild master's the same way, isn't he, Mira? Look, over there..." She pointed toward Makarov, who was glaring furiously at Achill.
"You damned brat!! Eat less, damn it!!!" Beside Achill, Makarov watched the hateful brat steadily wipe out the food on the table. The expense pained him so much that he finally lost his temper, hopping up and down as he shouted, "Did you live in a refugee camp in your past life?!! This food costs money too, you bastard!!!"
Achill paid absolutely no attention to Makarov's yelling beside him and kept demolishing his food. After gnawing through the pair of Crystal Pork Knuckles in his hands, he warmly addressed the two people sitting across from him, his words muffled by food. "Mmph, Cleavage Girl and Wendy! Go ahead and, mmph, eat! Eat this old geezer out of, mmph, house and home—gulp!" Then he swallowed everything he had been chewing, sending it into his seemingly bottomless stomach.
"Bang!" Angel slammed the table and stood up,